A tale of three sirensThe dream was pleasant, if not incredibly vague. She remembered running on the beach besides white horses, her feet slapping on the warm sand and the breeze was gentle on her sun-tanned face. The horses trotted in front of her, their pace consistent and steady. Everything was perfect.A tale of three sirens by thewarlockziv
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And then the ocean started singing to her.
It was soft, only just audible over the sound of crashing waves. An unseen woman continued to sing from somewhere within the icy depths, but it sounded nothing like she had ever heard before, it was a crooning purr that somehow combined a war cry with a tender lullaby. She stopped running, the sand coming up to her ankles. The horses disappeared. And the sun began to sink behind the water, leaving a violent mix of red and orange in the sky that reflected in the suddenly still ocean. The water began to pool around her, rapidly rising to her knees and sending goosebumps flaring up her arms. Because when she looked closer, she realized it wasn't salt water. It was b